"I didn't mean to do that," said Barry, half abashed, "but I'd like you to know that I appreciate what you've done."
"You can't do that with money," said the other, with all of the assurance of a millionaire.
"How can I do it?"
"By not speaking of it," said the youngster, sharply.
Barry looked at him smilingly.
"You're a funny fellow, Joe," he said, finally.
"Oh," said the page, with a shrug of his shoulders, "I'm like the great corporation lawyers. I never do things by halves. It's either a whopping big fee or nothing at all."
They reached home in a few minutes. They both went to bed immediately and slept the sweet, refreshing sleep that comes to those who labor and who go to bed with a clear conscience.
The first thing in the morning Barry stopped in at the office building to see if the letters had been dispatched. Mr. Carlton was seated at his desk and he clapped his hands with satisfaction as he saw Barry peeping in the doorway.
"Come in, my boy," he said, "come in."